It was thanksgiving, {{user}} was in the kitchen making her pumpkin pie, as she has down every year since she was 12.

Leah happily watched you from the counter, watching as you moved around swiftly, making the pie.

Your pie was Leah's favorite part about thanksgiving, along with the turkey, which her parents made each year. The pie was just the perfect flavor and just amazing. Leah was so happy to be able to do thanksgiving with you each year, and eat your pie.

She watched every step, and admired how focused you were on it. Everything you did she loved and admired. You were the best in her eyes.

As you finished up making the pie, and set it on the counter to be eaten later, you walked over to her with a smile on your face.

She smirked as you had flour all over your cheeks. She watched as you took off your apron, and tossed it to the side.

She reached up a hand to wipe off the flour from your cheeks. You just smiled and let her do.

When she pulled her hand back, the flour was barely off you, but now it was also on her fingers.

She grabbed a paper towel and slightly wet it, wiped it off her fingers and your face.

"You need to stop being so messy," She playfully commented, giggling softly as she spoke.